Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Change My Mind- part4

I sit on Nialls couch more worried than I have ever been in my life, unsure of what to say when Harry replies. I can feel tears falling down my cheeks but I don't have the hope or energy to wipe them away. I decide to get up and make myself and Niall some tea for when he awakes. I fill the kettle with water and set it on the hot stove top. What have I done. Not just the fact that I slept with Niall, but the fact that the feelings he have for me aren't mutual. I can't help but think about how much of a horrible person I am. I love Niall, I do, just not the way he wants me to. Me and Nialler have been close for so long, but he's like a brother. It's so weird. Harry has always been overly jealous of him, for a reason that was unknown to me at the time. Now I know why he was so protective of me, and he tried to keep me away from Niall. He was afraid of this day. I let my head fall down and the tears drip down again as I put a tea bag and some sugar into a mug. Harry always said one of the things he loved about me was that i pre-made my tea before I added the water. There were so many little things I did that Harry said he loved. That's when I realized how low I am. Just because Harry did me wrong, didn't mean I had to do the same thing to him. I was just starting unneeded drama. Just as I'm about to pour the water into my mug, my phone vibrates. I immediately put down the kettle, spilling some of the hot water on my finger. Before I can care about it I grab my phone and look at the text. The words are my worst fear, and I can't believe what I just read. "I was being threatened to do what I did Aala. They threatened to hurt you. I see where I stand though. I hope sleeping with Niall was worth it."  I begin to sob uncontrollably at the realization of what happened. When Niall woke up, he just caught me taking a taxi to my mothers house. Getting away from everything.

* * * * * * * * * 1 month and 2 weeks later * * * * * * * * * * *

I was sitting in my room, listening to music when I got that text. That text changed my life forever. I ran into the bathroom and pulled out my emergency stash. I did what I had to do, and then I waited for what seemed like forever. I sat there on the side of the bathtub, waiting. After a minute or so, I found myself starring at a little pink plus sign. I quickly grab my phone and dial Nialls number.

"Hello?" He says strongly

"Niall, it's Aala." I say, trying to sound as strong as the Irish boy on the other line.

"I'm sort of busy right now." He says, and I can tell he just doesn't want to talk to me.

"It's really important, Niall. It won't take long." I whine

"Alright, what is it?" He responds, with annoyance in his tone.

"Well, I've been getting really sick lately, and I missed... My time of the month. This morning my friend Tanisha messaged me, and long story short, Niall I'm pregnant." I say and then close my eyes in fear.

"What. Aala, what are we going to do? We can't get this out!"

"We can't let Harry find out!"

"Aala, Harry doesn't care anymore. He's broken, and done with this. It doesn't matter if he knows. We have to worry about us. We should consider abortion."

"What? Niall, I am not getting an abortion. If you don't want to help with this baby, I'll raise it myself! I cant believe you!" 

I hang up the phone before he can respond. I don't want to hear what he has to say anymore.

-End of chapter 4-